Sunday, February 26, 2012

late january, outside a cafe

The conversation failed, fell open
and awoke a long silence.
They stared soft at each other. (No snow.)
Each on some island of private dissent.
He thought of work and terrible failure,
she of her work too and the wait
for him to show terrible weakness.

Weakness would be more interesting in a man:
a giant plaster figurine held aright
by the prettiest needles of glass.

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